Feelings On Paper

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There was a certain feeling that arose from me when we kissed,
I couldn't really explain what it was,
rather describe it.

When we kissed,
it always started slow,
so soft that it is like being tickled.

We'd pull away,
he'd look at me with a certain spark in his eyes,
and he'd continue kissing me.

It would still be slow,
a little harsher with our tongues teasing at each other,
and his hands would roam up to my neck to hold me in place.

We'd pull away,
we'd look at each other again as he sighed or caught his breath,
and we'd continue kissing.

The pace would pick up as one hand tugged at my hair,
and another hand would roam down my body,
so careful and gently pulling on my clothes.

I'd pull away,
having to catch my breath,
and even as I turned away from embarrassment,
he'd continue looking at me as he pulled me in for more kisses,
even if they were on my neck or shoulders.

He'd push his fingers inside me,
and there was always a slight smile whenever my breath hitched or my voice betrayed my embarrassment,
and he'd pull me closer and make me face him.

I'd find the composure to look at him,
and he hadn't once looked away,
with that spark still in his eyes,
he'd pull me back in for more kisses.

One time,
he kept kissing and pulling away then back to kissing,
a little more than usual,
so I asked, "What?"

He replied with a smile and shook his head,
pushing himself inside me,
and having me a forgetful mess.

When we cleaned off,
we always got back to kissing,
even as breathless as we'd be,
he'd lay close to me.

If I hadn't kissed him in more than three minutes,
he'd kiss my shoulders,
my head,
or grab onto my hair and gently pull me into a kiss.

We lay there silent,
the only sound being that of us breathing heavily and his occasional kiss on my shoulder.

"When we pull away, I stare at your lips,"
he said.

A part of my heart fluttered,
more nervous than when his fingers slid beneath my underwear,
more embarrassed than when we first kissed and I accidentally moaned.

Because although I knew what he said was true,
there was the time that he asked me to open my eyes,
as I struggled to keep composure between thrusts,
but I managed to open them,
and we stared at each other throughout the entirety of it.